Saturday, June 23, 2012

Inner child dreams

The baby was in my dreamsagain last night.She was healthy, pink, chubby,over-dressed in winter snowsuitin the middle of summer's heat.What a blessing to see her thrivingand not failing as she was when Ifirst dreamed of her in my arms....This time, she was hot fussy overwhelmedI peeled off the suffocatinglayers and spoke to her in soothinglullaby tones. As her sweaty stressedbody cooled, she fixed her eyessteadily on mine, insisting onmy unwavering attention,letting me know withher clear green gaze that Imust take care of usnownot laternot allow us to be smothered andminimized and ignored.I picked her up, dressed onlyin a tee shirt and diaperand held her close, smoothing theheat from her skin.She laid her head on my shoulder,trusting.